Thanking My Mother for Piano Lessons

Original Text: 
Wakoski, Diane. Emerald Ice: Selected Poems, 1962-1987. Santa Rosa, CA: Black Sparrow Press, 1988: 143-147.
1The relief of putting your fingers on the keyboard,
2as if you were walking on the beach
3and found a diamond
4as big as a shoe;
5as if
6you had just built a wooden table
7and the smell of sawdust was in the air,
8your hands dry and woody;
9as if
10you had eluded
11the man in the dark hat who had been following you
12all week;
13the relief
14of putting your fingers on the keyboard,
15playing the chords of
19in an afternoon when I had no one to talk to,
20when the magazine advertisement forms of soft sweaters
21and clean shining Republican middle-class hair
22walked into carpeted houses
23and left me alone
24with bare floors and a few books
25I want to thank my mother
26for working every day
27in a drab office
28in garages and water companies
29cutting the cream out of her coffee at 40
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RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire, assisted by Ana Berdinskikh
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